Karen Versus Physics: The ICC & OPEC
San Francisco Karen-types are going to get swatted by Putin
The West continues to do idiotic virtue signaling to a God they don't believe exists. If only someone could arrest Putin. (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/03/31/world/europe/icc-putin-south-africa.html) As if he was subject to a 911 call by some Karen who could just call the men with guns to stop the bad thing. The ICC is a Eurotrash organization, which in the tradition of Eurotrash imperialism, has decided it has jurisdiction where it lacks police power.
As an American, the notion of police power being a check on legislative power, is as old fashioned as getting off with a warning for drinking and driving (in the 1970s)(if you were white). But then the fuckers automated police power and turned everyone with a computer into an informant. Now police power is everywhere in the United States. You don't need a cop to issue a traffic ticket. The government can just reach in your bank account and remove your money and you are guilty until proven innocent.(https://www.burrlawoffice.com/wage-garnishment-bankruptcy/) The government can buy data on you to build a case to prosecute against you. (https://www.theregister.com/2022/09/01/eff_fog_data_broker/) The wrong party can have the wrong idea or the wrong address and you could wind up dead (https://news.yahoo.com/asleep-while-black-family-seeks-justice-for-breonna-taylor-killed-in-her-bedroom-by-police-210858395.html). You no longer own public spaces and so surveillance creates the space for more laws because there is more police power to execute said laws. (https://cwwp2.dot.ca.gov/vm/iframemap.htm) This unfree environment has been weaponized and despite politicians getting swatted, the canny sadist still can effectively use it as recourse. (https://thefreethoughtproject.com/cop-watch/cops-break-into-innocent-womans-home-bobbie-sapp).
This snoopy couple who thought they were friends with my mentally ill aunt called 911 on false pretenses and I came to my front door with some shaved head muscle midget cop pointing a gun at me. They'd gotten the wrong idea. Aunt Dee was a street artist, 'the bead lady' and though all these people in the downtown street artist scene acted like they were her friend, they had no idea she was a hoarder who lived in the family house and was our ward. The city wouldn't help her unless we evicted her and made her literally homeless. Then they would help her with city services. That's how San Francisco works. And since you cannot call 911 for a welfare check unless someone is your employee, her friends said she didn't show up to work and voila. I have a sick 11 year old son I'm taking care of and a cop ready to blow me away in my own house.
Aunt Dee lived downstairs in the duplex we shared. Her bathtub was stacked to the ceiling with plastic baggies of shit, because she broke the toilet. The fleas were like mini Draculas biting on any exposed skin and stowing away for fun times later. The unit was 1700 square feet of hoarded items 3 feet high.
“Aunt Dee, can we come inside and help you?”
“No! Go away!”
“Your friends are worried. Can I come inside?”
“Nooo! Go away!”
They couldn't understand her mental illness. When I'd meet her admirers downtown at the Ferry Building or Fisherman's Wharf, they'd always say, “your aunt is a genius,” as if we all didn't know she had a 173 IQ, the same as Ted Kaczynski. And that she was born in 1937... a 30s baby just like him. And did they know UCLA experimented on her in the 1940s with methamphetamine because she was a fat Jewish girl of communist parents and her dad was killed under suspicious circumstances after leaving a communist party meeting and that nobody was going to care if they gave her overdoses? And that the truth wouldn't come out until the New York Times wrote about it in the early 2010s? Between that and her hitting her head after falling off a horse when she was 9 set her on a path of extreme sadness, loneliness, and superficial friendship—much as a contemporary said of Robert Browning (in paraphrase) 'how could such a glib trite man be the same guy who wrote Childe Roland...' The idea that anyone really knew her when they didn't even know her sister was the one paying her bills? And that her sister, my mother, was slowly and agonizingly dying of cancer at the same time? And that it broke Aunt Dee's heart? These people wrote a memorial for Aunt Dee, but they had to make a jab at her family for 'not letting them share her final days with her.' (https://sfstreetartists.com/dolores-kalom-san-francisco-street-artist/) Did they know she didn't let us either? She barred the doors.
Those shitty people kept calling the cops on false pretenses and I kept almost getting shot by trigger happy cops. Big men: beware women cops. They will interpret you tripping on your own stairs for you lunging at them, and they will do their best quickdraw even though you are on your own property and they have not been invited on site. The San Francisco cops are so accustomed to goddamn legal impunity, they laughed the thing off. These fucking Karens kept getting me nearly killed because my Aunt Dee wanted to be left alone and die alone and they acted like we didn't love her. As if we weren't desperate and broken because of her 78 years of mental illness and tragedy. Nobody gave a shit she used a walker and took hours to commute from downtown back to 9th and Ortega (https://www.google.com/maps/dir/9th+Avenue+%26+Ortega+Street,+San+Francisco,+CA/Ferry+Building,+1+Ferry+Building,+San+Francisco,+CA+94105/@37.7643361,-122.4649906,13z/data=!3m1!5s0x80858066b5ce8885:0x6466737455f48376!4m15!4m14!1m5!1m1!1s0x808f7df3894cdee1:0x2b146269d2034340!2m2!1d-122.4655555!2d37.7528642!1m5!1m1!1s0x808580668e8f3159:0x6cf7a313d6a53ec7!2m2!1d-122.3936136!2d37.7954425!3e3!5i1), they loved that she had a photographic memory and could tell them stories about old San Francisco. They gave no shits about her. Never bothered to find out who took care of her or to even ask what she wanted. She was stubborn, because we are all stubborn in my family. That's why we got out of Ukraine 100 years ago.
“Aunt Dee, you need help!” I tried opening the door and she leaned on it and screamed “Don't come inside. Go away! Go away!” She seemed to be weeping. Those were the last words I heard her say. We found her dead a few days later.
This should give you a sense of Karens in America. They're ready to kill you even though they don't have the facts and never bothered to care when it really mattered. This is why they think arresting Putin will work. They think he cares about their little club. As if they could call some SFPD goons and have them bend the law to grab the guy. If Bin Laden killed 3000 Americans, Russian nukes could kill us all. That means Putin is at least 100,000 times more deadly. And I've been trapped in a city of these jokers. But they're not joking. They're off to arrest Putin, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
The Ukraine war has again proved the law of the jungle. Only Karen doesn't realize it yet. She wants to get involved in shit she doesn't understand. Okay Karen, you want to arrest Putin? That's fine. Have your virtue signal. It will cost you $100/barrel oil (https://www.cnbc.com/2023/04/03/oil-prices-surge-after-opecs-surprise-cuts-analysts-warn-of-100-per-barrel.html). What will happen when Karen can't afford organic produce and rage-spend on Amazon? Will physics finally catch up to her? Will a barrel of oil knock on her door when she's busy trying to comfort her sick 11 year old? I fucking hope so!